Edd Interrupted
Chapter 5 - Summer After Sophomore Year II
Double D slept in his parents’ bed when they were out of town, partially
because the king sized mattress was more comfortable than his twin bed,
and partially because it was a little less lonely. It felt like maybe
his parents were there, preparing for an evening out in the adjoining
bathroom while Eddward lazed on their bed, begging them not to go. The
clock on the nightstand glowed 3:55AM when Double D was awoken by a
noise outside the bedroom door.
He sucked in a wheezing breath through his front teeth and froze, hoping
the burglar would take what he wanted and leave without altercation.
But he didn’t. The intruder lunged onto the bed and slapped a hand over
Double D’s mouth when he started to scream.
“Cool it, loser, or you’ll piss the bed.”
He had just enough time to open his eyes before Kevin flipped on the
sconces and the room filled with light. There he was, grinning like a
loon, in a pair of basketball shorts and a college sweatshirt. His ball
cap was missing, leaving his hair free and falling around his eyes.
“You’re too wound up, man.”
“Kevin! How did you get in?”
“You showed me where your spare is, dork. Wasn’t hard to find it
again.”
“Now I’ll need to find a new hiding spot!”
Kevin rolled his eyes and shifted on the bed, pulling Double D up and
into a sitting position.
“And I very nearly wet myself! It’s against the law--”
“To use a spare key the homeowner showed you? That’d go over well in
court.”
Huffing with irritation and left over adrenaline, Double D pushed back
his parents’ sheets and climbed out of bed. Kevin smirked, watching him
straighten the buttons of his sleep shirt and readjust the matching
pants.
“You’re the biggest dork I know.”
Double D sighed and put on his slippers, heading for the hallway. “Can I
get you a cold drink?”
“I didn’t come over for a cold drink.”
“Then what would you like?”
“A hot dish.”
Double D rolled his eyes. “You slay me, Kevin.”
They ended up in the kitchen with Double D filling the electric kettle
for tea.
“I’m not surprised you drink tea,” Kevin said.
“Green tea is good for you.”
“Too bad it tastes like grass clippings steeped in ditch water.”
Double D giggled and tried to smother it behind his hand. “Can I get
you something else?”
It still amazed Kevin that the house was so clean despite the fact that
Double D was doing all the upkeep. He was such a little homemaker,
completely at ease in his pajamas, making tea, wiping the counters even
though they were clean. His robe was blue and green, had obviously come
as a set with his pajamas, and his slippers looked soft. Hell, he was
so very much like a girl. He would have curved hips and that silky skin
would cover every inch of his body.
“Hot chocolate, perhaps? Or I have cheese and crackers. I’m usually a
more prepared host. Though your true nature as a host is tested in a
surprise situation, like now. I’m a terrible host! Oh, dear, oh, dear .
. .”
He had just bent down to pull a hot house cucumber out of the vegetable
drawer in the bottom of the refrigerator when Kevin grabbed the back of
his robe and jerked him up.
“Kevin--”
He was interrupted when Kevin kissed him, hard. It was an assault on
his mouth when Kevin’s tongue spread his lips, without even asking, and
plundered ruthlessly. So much unlike the calm, calculated movements of
that day in the pool, Kevin was frantic. His hands shot across his
body, gripping the back of his neck, his shoulders, the small of his
back, his waist, his hips, his . . .
“Kevin, please!”
He was breathless, eyes alight with an internal fire. “I’m having you.
I’m fucking taking you.”
“Taking me where?”
“Here.”
Double D shrieked when he robe was yanked off his shoulders and tossed
away.
“Kevin! Kevin, stop! Stop!”
“You can beg all you like, but this is gonna happen. Now.” He wadded
the back of Double D’s pants into his fist and pulled them down,
exposing the white briefs underneath. It ruined the feminine illusion,
but not enough, especially when he pushed Double D’s shirt off and got
to look at the creamy, soft body he knew was waiting. He turned him
around to face the counter.
The dork had silky thighs, the hair so fine, he might as well have been
bald. Those came up to join a warm ass, full hips, and a tiny waist.
And smooth as silk.
Unable to resist, he bent and locked his mouth over one shoulder blade,
took a mouthful of flesh, and sucked. His hands closed around his
pectorals, massaging and enjoying the feel of the warmth he’d found.
“Kevin, please!”
He released his mouthful, eyes half lidded. He looked up to find Double
D, looking over his shoulder and down at his assailant in terror.
“Please what, dork?”
“I haven’t . . . I haven’t prepared properly!”
Intrigued, Kevin arched an eyebrow and straightened, resting his chin
over Double D’s shoulder, looking down at where those scrawny hands laid
flat on the granite counter top. “Prepared how?”
“Aren’t we supposed to have enemas?”
“Gross. No.” He kissed the curve of his jaw.
“But I read--”
“Not everything you read is true, dork.”
“It at least makes biological sense,” he protested, eyes closing in
bliss at the feeling of lips on him.
“Doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t be able to pull away. Tell me you’d
rather be somewhere else right now.”
Double D cried out when he felt the hard length of Kevin’s crotch
against the thinly veiled flesh of his bum. Kevin was pressing against
him, rubbing. He was losing his breath despite not being the one
moving. It wheezed out of him noisily through the gap in his front
teeth. Kevin loved that sound. Double D felt him move away, but before
he could turn around to see where he’d gone, Kevin was back, pressed
tightly against him, warm fingers slowly inching his underwear down.
“K-Kevin--”
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, lips moving against Double D’s ear. “Nice
and slow.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Hell if I know. I don’t take.”
The underwear fell to the floor and Double D whimpered at the feel of
being naked in front of someone else, let alone Kevin, the bully from
across the street. He shivered, but not because he was cold. Then
Kevin’s warm hands slid down to clasp the twin globes of his ass and
squeeze.
“Lovely view back here,” Kevin chuckled.
“Feels strange.”
“It’s about to feel stranger. Reach back here, grab your ass, and hold
it open.”
Though he had plenty of questions, fears, doubts, and reservations about
such a thing, he couldn’t possibly deny Kevin when he demanded it so
forcefully. He reached behind himself, carefully took hold of both
cheeks, and pulled them apart. He gasped when the cold air of the
kitchen chilled him.
Double D swallowed thickly. “Is it usually this--”
“Efficient? Naw. Usually I’m with a chick, and they complicate
everything. I like efficient.”
“So happy I could-AH!!!” He flinched away when he felt something warm
and slick press against the tight pucker of his anus. With a cry, he
struggled slightly, shying away from Kevin.
“Ssh, it’s all right,” Kevin murmured, finger massaging the hole into
submission until he could slip the tip of his finger inside, then up to
the first knuckle, the second, and finally all the way inside. “There.”
“It’s too tight,” he whined, hands clutching at the counter desperately.
He shifted awkwardly on his feet that were trapped in his pants and
underwear.
“Tight’s a good thing,” he said.
It took a few moments, during which Kevin stroked his back soothingly,
spoke to him in a low, encouraging voice, and finally, the muscles
around his finger relaxed. A second lubricated digit began joining the
first.
“Oh, dear . . . oh, dear, oh, dear . . .”
“Ssssh, you’re all right, baby.” He kissed the back of his neck, slowly
working the fingers in and out, scissoring and stretching with care.
“Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“It burns.”
“Mmhm. Anything else?” He angled his fingers, wondering if men had a
magic button the same way women did.
Double D let out a shuddering breath, which ended in a whimper that
sounded suspiciously pleased. Grinning, positive he’d found what he was
looking for, Kevin moved a little faster.
“Getting easier now?”
He nodded, eyes shut, lower lip caught between his gapped teeth. But he
kept a faithful hold on his ass cheeks. Once he learned to relax his
muscles, it didn’t hurt as much. The burning began to fade and he found
he could learn to accept the intrusion. Through senses dulled by the
full sensation, Double D could hear a rustle of fabric before something
much larger, slick, and achingly hot pressing against him just as the
fingers slid out.
“You give me the word,” Kevin whispered, breath hot against the back of
Double D’s neck. “One word, either way, I’ll leave or I’ll go on.
Choose.”
All Double D could think was that he wasn’t stretched enough, Kevin was
too big, he was too young to feel this way, was he ready to give his
virginity to Kevin? All he could say was, “Inside.”
“Mm. Good girl.” He sank into the skinny neighbor boy with a low
groan, mouth open and quirked with a grin at the feeling of virginally
tight muscles around him.
But Double D, utterly speared in half, shrieked and kicked his legs
frantically, instinctively trying to escape the source of the burning
ache in his back side. Even as Kevin held him, murmured softly in his
ear, he struggled. And then, Kevin started to pull out, but only an
inch before he pushed again. Pull, push, back and forth. Had Double D
not been concentrating so hard on not panicking, he would have been
touched by the way Kevin held him, spooned against his back, and
murmured soothingly against his ear.
“It’ll take a minute. Just relax.”
“I can’t breathe!”
“Ssh, you’re all right. Deep breaths.”
After a few deep breaths through his nose and pushed out through his
mouth, Kevin could feel it when Double D’s muscles relaxed. He gave him
a testing thrust and was rewarded when his partner let out a cooing
noise.
“How’s that?” he asked and delighted himself by taking Double D’s
earlobe between his teeth.
He nodded. “You can go faster now.”
“Thanks, dork. Like I needed permission.”
And it started. Double D braced his hands on the counter while Kevin
thrust, back and forth. The wet sounds of flesh slapping together
echoed in the kitchen, punctuated by the high pitched grunts forced out
from between Double D’s gapped teeth.
“Mmm, good girl.” He thrust in again and groaned, thoroughly pleased
with his virginal treasure. “How’s it feel?”
Double D’s head fell back, resting in the crook of Kevin’s neck, and
moaned. “Oh, my . . .”
With that established, Kevin folded Double D’s torso over the counter
and went to work, thrusting in and out. He watched the way the dork’s
frail body jolted with every impalement. The tight canal clutched him
like he were a life line and Kevin found himself enjoying Double D’s ass
more than any ass he’d had before. Unable to help himself, he thrust
faster and bent to take the back of Double D’s neck into his teeth,
gripping like a cat holding onto its mate.
Double D positively howled and began bouncing back on the cock inside
him.
“Oh, Kevin . . . yes . . . yes, there . . .” He spread his scrawny legs
wider. “Faster, Kevin.”
Not expecting that, Kevin growled and pumped his hips faster. Nothing
livened a party like begging.
“Tell me what you want, dorky.”
“Harder, Kevin. Oh, my! Ugn!” He was hard, and while he wasn’t
touching himself, he was being stimulated enough. Every time Kevin’s
pelvis smashed into his, his entire body was shoved forward, his own
cock bouncing against the side of the counter. It wasn’t much, but it
was enough. “Please, Kevin, please . . . oh, please, oh, please . . .
something’s happening . . . oh, Kevin, it’s coming . . . Kevin, Kevin,
Kevin . . .”
“It’s not coming. You’re cumming.” He scraped his teeth against Double
D’s shoulder blade. “Cum around me, dork. Let me feel it.”
It didn’t take more than that. Double D reached back, gripping Kevin’s
head, clenching his auburn hair between his fingers, and screamed. He
spurted against the counter, but more than anything, he tightened around
Kevin like a vice. He was still keening like a wounded animal when
Kevin muttered “Fuck” and emptied himself into Double D’s willing
channel.
Kevin recovered first, cradling Double D’s body against his chest. He
groaned, breathing in the clean, fresh scent that lingered over his
partner’s skin. He smelled like he’d just come out of a bath. The poor
thing was trembling, though, hands shaking, breath still shuddering in
and out of his chest.
“You’re all right. Just the after shock,” he murmured.
“I . . . I’m suddenly so sleepy . . .”
Kevin chuckled and kissed the curve of his jaw. “Perfect.”
